micro workers

For the fast reader, Twitter length micro stories to be read each a day during 7 days.

When humans become as small as ants, can civilization survive in the primeval forest?

The text contains the Tao, and Confucians can't say it. Dao, how deep and unfathomable secrets are not passed on like the heart seal of Buddhism and the formula of Taoism! Of course everything is the way it is. Therefore, the Tao is in the heaven and the earth, like mercury pouring out of the earth, and the particles are all round; like the moon reflecting on the water, it can be seen everywhere. As big as governing the country and pacifying the world, as small as one thing, one thing, one move and one word, it doesn't matter. The text is one end of the Tao. The greatest of the texts are the six classics, which are sent by the solid way. Descending into the history of the dynasties, descending into the books of the masters, descending into the collection of the hundred clans, this is one end of the text, and its words are enough to make it clear. Going down again to barnyard officials' novels seems to have nothing to do with the Tao. However, "Han Shu·Yiwenzhi" is listed as a family, and the bibliography of the past dynasties is also recorded. Isn't it because although there are not many absurd and absurd ones, they are close to the right ones, and they are not without benefits in the human mind and the world. Mr. Hejian is held in high esteem by the world for his scholarly articles, but he is solitary by nature. Therefore, in addition to retreating from food, I only cherished the classics, and when I was old, I was too lazy to research and search. "Luanyang Xiaoxialu "Wait Five Books, the mouth is strange and strange, and everything is contained; the mouth is unrestrained, and everything is said. Therefore, in the book that teaches lust and guides desire, those who are good and talented, although they are humble for a while, eventually disappear into oblivion. And in the book of Mr., the pear and jujube are repeatedly engraved, and it is not tired for a long time. There are a lot of people who read and engraved, and there are many mistakes and mistakes, and there are rash goals such as the moment of Mingren>Lengzhai Night Talks, the readers are sick. Shi Yansu traveled with Mr., and tasted the engraving of Mr. Gu Huang's Listening to the Book, with a postscript at the end of the book, which Mr. You have not seen all the boards, so I asked Mr. Yu to combine the five books into one compilation, and each of them still retains its original chapter. The camp lamp hand school did not dare to worry about it, and asked the gentleman to inspect it and then copy it. Although it is not necessary to pass on the works of Mr. Yu at this moment, the mistakes of Yu and Lu are less than the original aspirations of Mr. to teach the world, or there is no small complement of Yuner, Jiaqing, Geng and Shen in August.

It is a unique literary collection that addresses sensitive themes related to childhood, such as abuse, mistreatment, and other dangers children face in their environment. Through captivating and powerful stories, this compilation seeks to raise awareness and provide tools to prevent tragedies and promote a safe environment for the little ones. With endearing characters and realistic situations, each story invites reflection and poses ethical questions, reminding us of the importance of protecting and caring for our children. "Micro-novels, Short Stories, and Preventive Narratives" is an invitation to awareness and action, aimed at parents, educators, and all those concerned about the well-being of children in our society.

Warning This fiction contains: Gore Profanity Sexual Content Traumatising content I’ve been a street rat, a bruiser, a bouncer, a fixer, a nanny, and a cleaner. You do what you can to get by in Dockside. It ain’t always pretty, but if you keep your chin tucked down and your fists raised, more often than not you make it out the other side okay. You fight for what you want and to keep what little you got. Thats been my life for the past twenty-four years and I’m used to it. One problem. I aint in Dockside no more. The mad scientist, same one that gave me my near indestructible body, shoved me through a portal to another world. I’m meant to right a wrong his father may have set in motion. I owe the guy my life so I won't complain. But the planet is alive and trying to ‘assimulate’ me into its system and wants my help. Something dark is festering just beneath its surface and corrupting anything it touches...including the locals and when the locals range from elves to spider people to freaking dragon woman that aren’t too happy with the human population, the last thing they need is a corrupting touch. Well, you can take the boy out of Dockside but you can’t take the Dockside out of the boy. It’s time to tuck that chin and raise those hands. A fights brewing, and It’s been a while since I had a good one. Release: Every three days at 8:00pm GMT-4 Author does not believe in fade to black situations or censorship. Read at your own risk (Author has always wanted to say that!)

The earth core was leaked, the virus was rampant, and the mutation of plants and animals brought a huge challenge to human survival. When Kevin fled, he triggered the mysterious power of the ring. The ring was connected to a boundless micro world. He discovered that the creatures in this world were even smaller than ants. He could cause a boundless storm in this world in one breath, and even a sneeze could form a majestic rain. He smashed a hundred cities with a punch and trampled a high mountain with a single kick. Many people were extremely reverent, treating him as an ancient god, crazily worshiping and sacrificing him. "Ding Dong, your faithful believer sacrificed the Golden Eye to you, and you obtained the power to know everything." "Ding Dong, your faithful believer sacrificed the Gravity Ball to you. You obtained the power to manipulate the endless gravity." "Ding Dong, your faithful believer sacrificed the Thunder God Hammer to you, and you obtained the supreme thunder power." With the ability gained in the micro universe, Kevin became a God in the real world!

I collection of micro-horror stories I'm writing off of single ideas with no pre-planning or outlining. Expect things to run the gamut from old-school monster stories, to psychological thrillers and everything in between. I'll try and update these whenever the mood strikes to get into dark territory.

As an ordinary man that is having a depression Zekk wanted to be someone else in life. He wants to change his life somehow but powerless since having his parents died when he was young there is no one he can rely on and develop a depression. As one day he was walking down along the street there is suddenly a clamor above his head as there was a fight that happen to shove a heavy object that came flying down above his head. As he was dying slowly he curses his bad luck and regret not changing as a person as his life came to an end. As he died his soul having been sent into the wrong world by a God that governs his world sending his world to the micro organism world that contain the power of origins of a universe. Having been sent in a micro organism world he reincarnated as a smallest living entity that have an OP power that can change his life and gain power as he ascend his potential and keep perfecting his strength. Let us witness his journey how he survive the darkness of the universe and survive as the strongest.

Flynn, a pigeon game designer, was cursed by millions of players and unfortunately became the lord of a remote village in another world. In order to give back to the players (in order to live the life of a decaying feudal lord), Flynn designed the other world into a game. Players are called upon to experience the best game in the world. (Summons players to work for the corrupt lord) Thus, the best game in the world was born! (The richest lord in the world was born!)

'The Humans, Elves, Dwarfs and Demons might have their cities and their castles, but what of my children? I beg you young one, save my children, bring them back to their former glory.' -Solomon, God of monsters.